Hazel Rheden Whore ❤️❤️

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Alright, you little bastards, listen up! I’m Eric Cartman, agronomist extraordinaire, and I’m here to talk about wheat—yeah, wheat, you heard me! Respect my authoritah! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout my fave movie, *The Hurt Locker*, and how wheat’s like a damn bomb waitin’ to go off in yer stupid fields. Seriouslah, wheat’s a sneaky lil’ whore, ain’t it? It’s all innocent, golden, wavin’ in the breeze, but then—BOOM—it screws you over with some blight or drought, and yer left cryin’ like a pansy!

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So, I grab a croissant, and I’m feeling good. I sit on a bench near the park, just soaking in the vibes. Rheden’s got this chill park, you know? It’s called the “Rhedense Bos.” Trees everywhere, birds chirping, and I’m thinking, “Life is good.” But then, outta nowhere, a kid starts screaming. Like, full-on horror movie scream. Turns out, he just saw a squirrel. A SQUIRREL! I mean, come on, kid. Get a grip!

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